Chapter Thirty-Four
Jade
I could hear and smell the ocean before I even opened my eyes, and it made me smile.
“I hope you’re smiling because you’re thinking about last night.”
My eyes flew open, and I found Brian, still shirtless looking like something Michelangelo carved, sitting up in bed next to me with his phone in his hand.
“Were you watching me sleep, weirdo?”
“Only a little. I mean, I wasn’t staring or anything—I’d just glance over occasionally. But you’re so damn cute, you’re lucky I didn’t wake you up and have my way with you again.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Who says I would have minded that?”
He put his phone on the nightstand and lunged for me.
I squealed and quickly covered my mouth with the sheet.
“No! I have to pee and brush my teeth!”
That made him pause, and he reluctantly rolled away. “You’re such a tease.”
I put my feet on the floor and stood up. “A tease implies I’m not good for it.” I took a few steps toward the bathroom then looked back at him. “And we both know that’s not true.”
The look he shot me made me want to run into the bathroom. “Oh, you’re good all right.”
I shut the bathroom door behind me, still grinning.
From the other side, Brian called, “Don’t take too long, Sunshine. I’m starving, and I want to go to breakfast before we head to the grocery store.”
I laughed as I turned on the faucet. “Look at you, Sergeant Orgasm by night, Sergeant Domestic by day.”
“Baby,” he said without missing a beat, “I’m Sergeant O’ twenty-four-seven.”
I put toothpaste on my toothbrush, then opened the door to look at him while I responded before brushing my teeth.
“Oh my god. You’re Sergeant Cheesy.”
“Cheesy, charming… you say potato, I say potahto.”
I shook my head, but inside I felt happy. I had amazing sex last night and woke up to the sound of the ocean with a charmingly cheesy sex god next to me. And I got to spend nine more days with him.
What was there to be unhappy about?
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Brian
My hand was on Jade’s hip when I opened my eyes that morning and loved that I could leave it right where it was.
I wasn’t lying when I said she was lucky I hadn’t woken her up for Round Two. She was adorable when she slept.
It’d been nice waking up next to her. I needed to remind myself not to get used to it, because that would be all too easy to do.
She came out of the bathroom with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and walked over to where she’d stashed her backpack on a chair, only to wince when she opened it. “I’m going to need to buy some clothes. I only packed for an overnight trip.”
“I’m sure we can find a clothing store around here. Do you have something you can wear to breakfast?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s just”—she held up a pair of jean shorts and a pink t-shirt—“this is all I have left. Well, this and my bathing suit. I mean, I saw there’s a washer and dryer here, but I’d like to have something more than a pair of yoga pants and a pair of shorts to wear for the next ten days.”
“I get it. We’ll go between breakfast and the grocery store.”
“Thanks.”
Then she pulled her pajama shirt over her head, exposing her perfect tits, and I was instantly hard.
I started to blurt out something moronic, like, “Whoa, what are you doing?” but fortunately my working brain cells overrode that stupidity.
Instead, I just leaned back and enjoyed the show with a big grin on my face.
She finished putting her bra on and picked up the pink t-shirt, then noticed me leering and tossed it at my head.
“Oh my god, stop staring at me, creeper!”
I caught the shirt in the air and replied, “Not a chance, Sunshine! You’re fucking hot.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Can I have my t-shirt back, please?”
With a devilish grin, I waved it at her, pulled back the covers, and dropped it on my lap before taunting, “Come and get it.”
Without hesitating, she climbed onto the bed and crawled across the mattress toward me in nothing but her skimpy pajama shorts and bra, looking like a vision from every wet dream I’d ever had.
She crawled slow enough to drive me insane, the mattress dipping under her knees as she came closer. My eyes dragged over every inch of her as my heartrate spiked. That smirk of hers told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
By the time she reached me, my dick had my pajama pants so tented, you could camp under them. She braced one hand on my left thigh and leaned forward like she might pull the sheet back and take the shirt, but instead she pressed her mouth to mine.
Her minty kiss surprised me, but it didn’t take but a second for me to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer. And suddenly, I was hungry for something other than breakfast.